The Glories

In Faiths and Food and Books and Friends
  Give every soul her choice.
 For such as follow divers ends
  In divers lights rejoice. 

There is a glory of the Sun
    (’Pity it passeth soon!)
 But those whose work is nearer done
   Look, rather, towards the Moon. 

There is a glory of the Moon
  When the hot hours have run;
 But such as have not touched their noon
  Give worship to the Sun. 

There is a glory of the Stars,
   Perfect on stilly ways;
 But such as follow present wars
   Pursue the Comet’s blaze. 

There is a glory in all things;
   But each must find his own,
 Sufficient for his reckonings,
  Which is to him alone.

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